Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.